Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I goin nowhere
Can shoot at me, can at me
Take your shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no
DipSet, remix, go!

[Hell
My flow is novocaine, my bars is (Katrina)
I got hell-a cain, mac in the range
Hop out and exchange
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a
Walk around I got a broom in my pants
Na a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants, damn
Man cowards better stay in they lane
And if they getting the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's in my chain (bling) they in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your will if your sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger, I'm a shooter shooter
You hung the girls you double dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, block and jumpin
clickin and dumpin, it's the mighty

[J.R.
Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a cyclone
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white glitter
hand bling, the right one shiver
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold
The white flipper
That tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister
This psycho
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like Mike on
This ain't nothing to me, a at its best
No rapper could impress, man I'm crack right out the
You indirect
But it's lookin like a shoot
How they all these damn actors at the set

[Jim
It get 'em daddy (Goonies)
Soul niggaz sick and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every nigga me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin at me, (watch me)
Plus I I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The cash the and how we buy exquisite V's
get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, full of reefer
And ya boy fly like he was dressin for Easter
The big Pachorte, Capo the
Packin 4-4 case to drop on expressway
Its Byrdgang we fly high
And the G-4 we get high in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they think car jackin
You and a dump, I slumped and I slump
They mad my car's like an elephant, the in the front
See ya react, Hud six threw me back, a few they clapped
But I ate those, shits is Scooby Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, to the E.R.
Had to it hot
like Pac I know it's set up
Them old know I'm bout to take they spot
no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. get 'em up in I.C.U.
Like I see you at the BP, 'em off G.P.
Guns VA, PA, down to D.C.
D.O.A. if you up on my P.C.
switched 'em over to P.C.
Like D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All them G's B, we the B.G.
Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the B.D.P.
You wanna join the crew, then you see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
Cause I'm Batman the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) smile, don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah yeah, 220